Here's chapter two, oh so soon;D Thanks for following my story, and for the review from Sathreal. You'll have to wait to find out if he does or not...;D

Chapter two:

Stiles woke up on a bed with scratchy blankets and the sound of beeping and the smell of antiseptic. It took him a while, but he opened his eyes to look around. He was in a hospital room, with blue cotton pyjama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt.

He looked around the plain room, before rising to his feet, and testing his steps. Good, no pain.

He walked out of the room, and walked towards the desk. There, Mrs McCall was crying slightly, looking over to his dad who was sobbing uncontrollably. Whoa, who died? Stiles joked.

"Hey, Dad," he said cheerfully, sitting next to his dad. Nothing happened. His dad didn't even look at him. "Dad? Dad, c'mon, we both know you aren't this good at ignoring me. Dad?!"

His dad just kept on sobbing, looking at the wall as he did. Stiles waved his hands in font of his dad's face, trying to gain his attention, but nothing was working. Stiles was beginning to believe that his dad was actually ignoring him. But nobody could ignore someone this good, surely? Not even Derek, and Derek was the king of ignoring Stiles.

Melissa came over to his dad and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. His dad looked up and smiled, but it wasn't a proper smile and Stiles could see that. Really, what's happened? Stiles thought, something's wrong.

"He'll be fine, John," She said in comfort. "He'll get through this."

Who will?! Stiles thought. Who will get through this?!

John nodded. "I'm so scared about losing him, Mel. I don't want him gone."

Who's going?! Stiles was thinking. Why wasn't he voicing these questions?! OH, wait, that's right. His dad was ignoring him.

"He won't. He loves you too much and he's too strong to just go."

Stiles cocked his head to the side at the bit. Who is this person? He waved at Melissa, trying to gain her attention, but guess what? She did nothing. She didn't even look at him, apart from looking over him to look at the sick person behind him. Great, she's in on it too, Stiles thought, as Melissa rose and started walking towards the desk.

"His vitals look good," She called to dad looking at a clipboard. "But again, he's still in a coma, so we don't know much else."

"Thanks, Mel."

Stiles was beyond confused. What the hell is going on?! Stiles' confusion grew when Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Scott walked out of the room next to them, and into face the sheriff. Scott looked very upset; in fact, all of them did. Stiles thought it was Derek for a second, before realising that Derek could heal pretty quickly and probably wouldn't ever go into a coma.

But Melissa had said 'he', so it couldn't have been Lydia or Allison. So who else would it be? And why would his dad be upset if some random stranger had gone into a coma? Hell, why would Scott, Isaac, Boyd and Erica be upset? Especially Erica since she has some new bitchy attitude and new self confidence.

Stiles got up out of the seat he was sitting on and walked towards his best friend. Maybe he will stop every crazy thing that's going on and laugh in his face, yelling, 'GOTCHA!'

"Scott, buddy?!" Stiles yelled. No one looked at him. Not even his best fucking friend. "Scott?! C'mon, not you too! Ha! Isaac, you can't fool me! I see that cheeky smile behind that face! Erica, please still be your bitchy self and yell at me! BOYD?! Wanna punch my face?! C'MON, GUYS, LISTEN TO ME!"

They still didn't look at him. No one can act that good!

Unless they were really trying to punk him and have planning this for weeks. It would have taken an amazing actor to act their sad, fallen faces!

"Did he show any signs of waking up with you guys?" His father's voice asked them.

Scott shook his head sadly. "He'll wake up soon, Mr Stilinski, don't worry."

"How's Derek?" He asked.

Stiles looked at his dad, confused. Derek wouldn't actually be in the hospital, would he? Unless the Kanima got him and he was lying on the metal table dead! Oh my god!

"He's still in there," Isaac answered sadly. "He's taking this really hard."

"That was stupid not to tell him," John snapped angrily. "Why didn't he just get it over with and tell him?"

Erica was the one who shrugged, a look of sadness on her face. None of them seemed to be paying an attention to Stiles who was in front of them waving his arms.

"I wouldn't want to in danger my mate's life, and Derek's an alpha. The danger would be ten time worse for Stiles. And he wouldn't be in a coma, but dead," She said to the Sheriff.

Whoa, hold up, Stiles was Derek's mate?! Why didn't that asshole of an alpha tell him about that?! Gosh, sometimes he wished he had the courage and strength to squeeze Derek's head until it popped off!

"Is he stable?" John asked, changing the subject.

Boyd, who hadn't spoken yet, looked up from the floor and to John, nodding his head as he did. "Yeah. Doc says if he stays the way he is, he'll wake up when he's ready."

"Good," John sighed. "That's good."

The unspoken word of if lingered, and Stiles knew it from the way Boyd looked like he wanted to say more, but he couldn't. John got up from his seat, and Stiles followed. He was curious.

There, Stiles gasped and took a huge step back into the wall. There, led on the bed, with bruises down his face, cuts and bandages and his arm and leg in cast, was him. He was hooked up to wires, and machines and a drip.

All he could focus on, and this was very Stiles like, was the fact Derek was holding his hand and had his head on Stiles' stomach.

Stiles knew the reason why no one could hear him.

Because he was a ghost.

Being a ghost in a hospital sucked tremendous ass. All Stiles could do was sit and watch sick people get better. He couldn't pick up thing and not be bored. No, he just had to have the thing where he couldn't pick anything up! He was so going to be bored until he decided he was 'ready' to wake up.

Pft, the doctor was wrong when he gave the pack the sum up off what was wrong with him. If? Oh, fuck you, Doc, if? I'm so going to wake up, he had said over and over in his head a few times.

Now, it was late, and Melissa had made John go home to shower and eat, and had made Scott and the pack go back to her house so Stiles' body could have some air, some breathing space. So is that why he was on life support...?

She had left Derek where he had been. Stiles' side.

Stiles had watched from the doorway as a tear had rolled down Derek's face, and Stiles wanted to take a picture of it to remind himself that Derek cried, and wasn't so heartless. Too fucking bad he couldn't pick things up.

Tonight though, Stiles had gone into the room fully. He was able to sit down next to Derek n his bed, his butt resting next to sleeping Stiles' and Derek's conjoined hands. He started to gently reach out and stroke Derek's head, when the big bad alpha jerked back and stared at Stiles, wide eyes and his mouth in an o.

His eyes flickered to Stiles sleeping, and then back to the Stiles standing up. Wow, Stiles thought, he must be really freaked out.

"You can see me?" Stiles asked him.

"Stiles?" Derek whispered.

Stiles didn't recognise his voice. It was raspy, and full of hurt and sadness. Stiles just wanted to hug him. He would hug anyone at this given moment. Someone can see him!

"You can see me! Thank the lord!" Stiles exclaimed.

Derek was still using the surprised look, like he had seen a ghost. Stiles wanted to laugh at his own joke, but thought against it.

"Talk to me, Derek! Use words, please!" Stiles exclaimed again.

"S-Stiles?! H-h-how are-" Derek started.

Stiles cut in. "Like this?! Hell knows! Beats me. I just woke up and everyone was ignoring me. Oh! How'd I end up like this anyway? Did I go down in an awesome way?"

"They say it was a car crash," Derek said sadly. "Some deer or animal you hit. It made you swerve, you crashed into a tree, and the impact made the tree fall on the passenger side. Luckily, you weren't as affected as they thought you would be."

Stiles looked over to himself lying on the bed in a coma.

"Affected enough, obviously," He muttered. He thought back to what Erica said. "Oh, I found out something else today. You know, something really important I should really know about. Me being your mate?! How could you keep something like that from me?!"

Derek glared at him. "I was keeping you alive."

"Well, you can't stop suicidal deer, obviously!"

Derek sighed. Stiles continued, looking at the sour wolf.

"I'm so glad it's you I can talk to, and not Isaac or Erica. Yeah, I can talk to them, but you can take all my talking and shit! This is so fucking cool-"

"Do not call your being in a coma and being a ghost cool, Stiles, because it's not. Okay? It's not. You nearly died. We - I nearly lost you. I haven't slept in days."

"Actually, that's where you're lying," Stiles pointed out. "You slept a little on my stomach. Thanks for drooling, by the way, it's my new body butter. It smells sooooo good."

"Shut up," Derek growled.

Stiles shook his head. "No! I've been going out of my fucking mind just talking to nurses that don't reply! I need someone to talk to. And since you can see me, and hear me, I'm gonna piss you the fuck off!"

Derek mimed for him to shut up, as his nurse walked into the room, followed by Scott, who was glancing at Derek every so often in confusion.

"He seems fine," The nurse said, checking him over. "Well, as fine as one can be in a coma. I'll come back soon to check on him."

Scott and Derek both nodded. The nurse left soon afterwards, leaving Scott, Derek and Stiles alone. Even though Derek was the only one that knew Stiles was around. Scott was totally oblivious to his ghosty best friend who was now leaning against the wall, smirking.

"Derek, who were you talking to?" Scott asked.

"It's Stiles, buddy!" Stiles exclaimed. Scott, of course, didn't hear him.

Derek tried to ignore him, but failed.

"Shut up, Stiles!" He yelled at the human ghost.

Scott spun around but couldn't see who his alpha was talking too. Turning back to Derek, Scott raised an eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ooo! You should say, 'this is going to sound nine shades of crazy,'" Stiles instructed Derek to say.

Derek rolled his eyes and focused on talking to Scott. "What I'm about to say is going to sound quite crazy, but I was just talking to..." Derek trailed off.

"To who?" Scott urged.

"To Stiles. Like he was having a conversation with me."

Scott pulled a confused puppy face. "Okay, rewind. You were talking to Stiles?! As in the person who is a coma?!"

"Look, Scott, he's having an outer body experience, and I'm the only one who can see him. I'll discuss it with Peter later, find out why only I can, but you've got to believe me, Scott. Please."

Scott looked around for a second before nodding. "Stiles, buddy?"

Derek nearly laughed when Stiles cheered, and tried to hug Scott, but went through him instead. Then Stiles shook his head and jumped up and down in excitement.

"Scott! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Stiles shouted.

"What's he saying?" Scott asked Derek.

"He said, 'Scott! OH MY FUCKING GOD!'" Derek said in a Stiles voice.

"Don't ever try to do my voice again, dude," Stiles laughed, leaning against Scott ever so slightly. "You sound so, so, so gay."

Derek let out a sarcastic laugh, and Scott looked at him weirdly. Oh yeah, he forgot that Scott couldn't see or hear Stiles. That's so weird.

"Don't worry, Scotty boy," Stiles said to the oblivious beta. "I just said Derek's gay. I bet you don't repeat that, Derek! HA!"

"Shut up, Stiles," Derek growled at the human as he laughed.

"Let me guess; he called you Miguel, gay or sour wolf?" Scott guessed.

Derek sighed and face palmed with his free hand.

This was going to be so long, especially with Stiles being near him all the time.

Great.

Scott had left when his mom found him in Stiles' hospital room, and now it was just Stiles and Derek again. Derek now shifted uncomfortably so he could sleep. Unfortunately, he couldn't.

"Derek," Stiles called in his ear, using an annoying sing song voice. Derek opened one eye and stared at the guy. "Let's take you home, yeah?!"

"Can you leave the hospital?" Derek asked him.

"I've never tried," Stiles said simply. "I have only been a ghost for about four days. Really a new thing for me. But, hey, I'm all for new things."

Derek shrugged, kissing comatose Stiles' forehead and then walking out, with ghost Stiles behind him. When they reached his car, he stopped and turned around.

"Do you think you could sit in my car and be totally quiet? I'm tired and I have a headache," Derek said.

They both got in the car and Derek drove off.

Stiles shook his head. "Can werewolves even get headaches? Well, who cares?! Dude, I've been talking to air for the last four days. I'm going to be talking your ear off, my friend."

"Actually, you're my mate," Derek argued. "Totally different from my friend, don't you think?"

"So you're embracing it now? That I'm your mate?"

"Just please shut the fuck up before I murder you."

"You'll have to go back to the hospital for that, my mate."

Derek's hands clenched the steering wheel as he drove towards the Hale house. Peter came out when Derek's car pulled up, cocking his head to the side and smiling slightly. Stiles shivered. Peter smiled? He looked even more creepy smiling. Jeez, Derek, Stiles though, stop him now.

"You left lover boy's side?" Peter asked. "I'm surprised."

Derek growled. "I just need to sleep. Scott convinced me to go home."

"Really? Wow, I knew I bit that kid for a reason. I now know that Stiles should have taken my offer, because he would be by your side right now if he had..."

Derek looked at Stiles who was smiling innocently, holding his hands up. "Oh, right, Derek, haha, I forgot to, uh, tell you about that!"

Derek glared at Peter, before brushing past him hard and walking up the porch steps to the Hale house to go to sleep. Stiles followed Peter back inside, the werewolf not knowing he was there.

"Did you have to wind him up?" Isaac said to Peter as Peter walked into the room.

"What? It's fun!" Peter said cheerfully.

"Oh, I'm so glad you can't hear me right now, you big fucking dick head," Stiles said. "Haha! I just called Peter Hale a dick head! Take that, you penis head, you."

"You know he's taking Stiles being in a coma bad," Isaac argued. "I know that you know Stiles is his mate also. So why wind him up?"

"Please, Isaac, don't start something your big, bad alpha has to end for you," Peter said.

Stiles came and stood in front of him angry. It would help if he could see him. "You're just a big bully. Yeah, that's right, I said it! A big fucking bully! You should just go die in a hole!"

Isaac was oblivious to Stiles being in front of Peter, and Peter was oblivious of him being in front of him either.

"Peter, stop pushing Derek around. He's losing his mate. Just leave him be.

"Fine." Peter made a face, but even ghost Stiles knew he was telling the truth and that he would.

Stiles gave up trying to talk to the most unobservant people ever, and walked towards the stairs. The first two creaked, which made both werewolves look up, but no one was there, so they left it. Stiles walked into Derek's room and saw him on the bed.

Derek was asleep on his bed when Stiles led down next to him. Since he couldn't sleep, he stayed up and watched Derek sleep. Stiles realised he looked like a little baby when he slept, rubbing his nose and cuddling the pillow. He just sat and watched his big bad alpha mate sleep.

It was comforting and fascinating to watch another person sleep.

Oh my, was he relating to Edward Cullen?

He totally was, wasn't he?

Holy shit.

There was chapter two, hope you liked it;D I had wrote this in advance, and had gotten up to the end of chapter three, so the updates will slow down from there because I gotta use my brain power to think and write;D